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Entry tags:
- #transport log,
- alisha bailey (misfits),
- allen walker (d. gray-man),
- anne boleyn (tudors),
- arya stark (asoiaf),
- asbel lhant (tales of graces),
- ashraf salib (original),
- berserker (fate/zero),
- catsovi e viciro (original),
- celena vantari (original),
- cheria barnes (tales of graces),
- christopher de red (baccano!),
- claudia donovan (warehouse 13),
- coby (one piece),
- collette "please" (animorphs),
- crystalia amaquelin (marvel 616),
- dick grayson (dc comics),
- elliot nightray (pandora hearts),
- fenris (dragon age),
- flora (the winx club),
- furudo erika (umineko),
- galadriel (lotr),
- han solo (star wars),
- haytham kenway (assassin's creed),
- ico "von viking" (ico: citm),
- jake english (homestuck),
- james t kirk (stxi),
- jesse pinkman (breaking bad),
- joan watson (elementary),
- kaniehtí:io (assassin's creed),
- kano shuuya (kagerou days),
- kate "candy" kane (dc comics),
- katniss everdeen (hunger games),
- keith gandor (baccano!),
- khisanth (dragonlance),
- kido tsubomi (kagerou days),
- lavi (d.gray-man),
- lelouch vi brittania (code geass),
- lenalee lee (d.gray-man),
- lucy heartfilia (fairy tail),
- luke fon fabre (tales of the abyss),
- max briest (original),
- miranda lotto (d.gray-man),
- momo kisaragi (kagerou days),
- monica campanella (baccano!),
- nill (dogs: bullets & carnage),
- oz vessalius (pandora hearts),
- phoenix wright (ace attorney),
- physis (toward the terra),
- remy lebeau (marvel 616),
- ruka (yu-gi-oh!),
- saori nakagawa (original),
- saul goodman (breaking bad),
- sherlock holmes (elementary),
- sheryl nome (macross frontier),
- shintaro kisaragi (kagerou days),
- shion karanomori (psycho-pass),
- sir codpiece (original),
- sophie (tales of graces),
- stanley lucerne (skins us),
- suzaku kururugi (code geass),
- utena tenjou (rgu),
- xerxes break (pandora hearts),
- yu kanda (d.gray-man),
- yuri lowell (tales of vesperia),
- zelos wilder (tales of symphonia),
- zeref (fairy tail),
- ✝ aidan (original),
- ✝ anna kushina (k),
- ✝ babydoll (sucker punch),
- ✝ ellie linton (tomorrow),
- ✝ garnet "dagger" til alexandros (ffix),
- ✝ hubert oswell (tales of graces),
- ✝ jake martinez (tiger & bunny),
- ✝ kara zor-el (dc comics),
- ✝ kriem (tiger & bunny),
- ✝ lee chaolan (tekken),
- ✝ leonard "bones" mccoy (star trex xi),
- ✝ mallory baines (original),
- ✝ mera (dc comics),
- ✝ nathan young (misfits),
- ✝ ricasthix (original),
- ✝ saber (fate/stay),
- ✝ shiki tohno (tsukihime),
- ✝ sohki (genju no seiza),
- ✝ tenpou gensui (saiyuki gaiden),
- ✝ the rookie (halo 3 odst),
- ✞ — dropped characters — ✞
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Date: June 1st
Location: The Initiative Hold & Courtyard.
Characters: Everyone.
Summary: New Transports arrive and are shuffled into the Courtyard after their initial briefings. Now with 200% more People-Seeking lists!
Warnings: None.
You've just been hustled and bustled through mazes of information and literal, wide corridors of the Initiative Hold and you've been equipped with your weapon—be it a gun, a sword, or even your existing powers. They've handed you this light netbook and a small pouch of coins (or a debit card, if you're more inclined), and there are several Transports before and after you going through the very same motions. You can hear the Greeter's voice as she walks alongside large groups, telling them all about the history of this place and sharing with you your purpose here in a hurried and urgent tone. "You're in luck that we have enough rooms for all of you; the housing building is getting awfully full. Please, let me show you into the courtyard."
You pass what looks like huge gymnasiums, all with dummies and targets strewn and splayed around the room. Training areas. There are even classrooms, and a few small offices. You're rushed past a large library while the Greeter informs you that you can find almost all your information there, if you've got the time to look—and trust her, you'll have time. You don't spend a lot of time in the bank, and it's a bit of a blur of exchanges with more and more of these strangely-accented and oddly polite-seeming members of the Initiative.
Soon enough, you're in a massive courtyard bustling with all the other Transports. It's not exactly what you'd expect, and it looks more like barracks than anything—huge walls of concrete and stone, separating you from all of the hallways you'd just passed through. It's raining heavily, and dark clouds loom in the air, though it hasn't turned to snow. It's a chill cold, and there are shelters—long cloth hangings that extend from the walls of concrete to house you from the rain, but not enough. Most notably, the courtyard is filled with a marketplace. Even in the cold and the rain, there are several citizens seated at their covered booths and tables, bundled up against the weather. They're selling all manner of their own handmade goods and foods, and citizens and Transports alike are traveling from one small covered shop to another in search of all manner of necessities. Now and then around you you might spot paper fluttering in the faint wind from somewhere relatively dry. It looks like a list.
The Greeter's voice has become so faint now, but you swear you can make it out in the back of the crowds as she tells you, "Good luck. Be safe!"
Her voice is drowned out by the busy marketplace, though even the transactions taking place are somewhat subdued. Nobody is overly happy, really, though most citizens can be found with smiles on their faces. It doesn't seem like they're that shocked to see you, either; even if you're not bound in tattered rags and wrapped in heavy shawls as they are. You're welcome to walk up to a shop, and find yourself something to eat—hey, maybe you'll even find something akin to a raincoat. Or, you can join the others under the coverings against the walls. Where am I? What war? She was talking so fast, and it didn't all make very much sense… did anyone else catch it all?
Welcome to the courtyard. Welcome to the Initiative Hold—and most importantly, welcome to Exsilium.
Location: The Initiative Hold & Courtyard.
Characters: Everyone.
Summary: New Transports arrive and are shuffled into the Courtyard after their initial briefings. Now with 200% more People-Seeking lists!
Warnings: None.
You've just been hustled and bustled through mazes of information and literal, wide corridors of the Initiative Hold and you've been equipped with your weapon—be it a gun, a sword, or even your existing powers. They've handed you this light netbook and a small pouch of coins (or a debit card, if you're more inclined), and there are several Transports before and after you going through the very same motions. You can hear the Greeter's voice as she walks alongside large groups, telling them all about the history of this place and sharing with you your purpose here in a hurried and urgent tone. "You're in luck that we have enough rooms for all of you; the housing building is getting awfully full. Please, let me show you into the courtyard."
You pass what looks like huge gymnasiums, all with dummies and targets strewn and splayed around the room. Training areas. There are even classrooms, and a few small offices. You're rushed past a large library while the Greeter informs you that you can find almost all your information there, if you've got the time to look—and trust her, you'll have time. You don't spend a lot of time in the bank, and it's a bit of a blur of exchanges with more and more of these strangely-accented and oddly polite-seeming members of the Initiative.
Soon enough, you're in a massive courtyard bustling with all the other Transports. It's not exactly what you'd expect, and it looks more like barracks than anything—huge walls of concrete and stone, separating you from all of the hallways you'd just passed through. It's raining heavily, and dark clouds loom in the air, though it hasn't turned to snow. It's a chill cold, and there are shelters—long cloth hangings that extend from the walls of concrete to house you from the rain, but not enough. Most notably, the courtyard is filled with a marketplace. Even in the cold and the rain, there are several citizens seated at their covered booths and tables, bundled up against the weather. They're selling all manner of their own handmade goods and foods, and citizens and Transports alike are traveling from one small covered shop to another in search of all manner of necessities. Now and then around you you might spot paper fluttering in the faint wind from somewhere relatively dry. It looks like a list.
The Greeter's voice has become so faint now, but you swear you can make it out in the back of the crowds as she tells you, "Good luck. Be safe!"
Her voice is drowned out by the busy marketplace, though even the transactions taking place are somewhat subdued. Nobody is overly happy, really, though most citizens can be found with smiles on their faces. It doesn't seem like they're that shocked to see you, either; even if you're not bound in tattered rags and wrapped in heavy shawls as they are. You're welcome to walk up to a shop, and find yourself something to eat—hey, maybe you'll even find something akin to a raincoat. Or, you can join the others under the coverings against the walls. Where am I? What war? She was talking so fast, and it didn't all make very much sense… did anyone else catch it all?
Welcome to the courtyard. Welcome to the Initiative Hold—and most importantly, welcome to Exsilium.
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okay, that's kind of badass. not that he'd outwardly say so. instead, he just raises an eyebrow]
What are you looking for?
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My companions. I was separated from them when I arrived here.
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[really, wasn't he listening to the speech when he got brought in?]
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I do not understand why they would take only one of us. [Unless this is something to do with the magisters. But Danarius is gone, he shouldn't BE a target any more]
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The dwarves occasionally make lifts, to aid in getting to levels of their mines. [And Varric has Bianca, but Fenris is keeping that one to himself, he's sure the dwarf wouldn't appreciate him spreading that name around]
It is usually things like that.
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[he takes a moment to think. first of all, did he actually say "dwarves"? weird. but the most important thing in the context of conversation is that his tech level sounds pretty much medieval. which is something he can roll with]
-- machines, they're generally powered by electricity, which is essentially lightning. Naturally occurring energy. There's no actual magic to it at all, but it's definitely, ah, very complicated. I can understand how it could look like magic to people who aren't familiar with it.
[no condescension here, Fenris, just straight up It Is What It Is. this is how Charles rolls]
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Mages can use lighting too.
[Still] How do they harness this energy? To make the machines [he says the word slowly, carefully, testing it out] work?
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I'd imagine they could, yes, but electricity can be harnessed in a lot of different ways. The most common is a generator, something that uses the energy naturally created by motion and converts it into electricity. You, ah -
[hmm]
You know how you can use flint and tinder to make a fire? It's something along the same principle but on a bigger scale.
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My name's Charles, by the way. Charles Ofdensen.
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My name is Fenris.
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[he says it with ease, the practiced social skill of a manager accustomed to showing people around - as though he's been here for months, almost, instead of barely an hour]
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